Dozens of people are clogged at the end of the loading ramp, shuffling back and forth and staring at the food service area just behind the plane's cockpit. A pair of flight attendants smile and nod at each passerby as they make their way towards the center aisle. They round the corner and peer down the cabin, taking survey of exactly what's holding up the group.

The Atlanta Police Department should have choppered in police greats Capt. Martin Riggs and Insp. Harry Callahan to the crane fiasco in Buckhead. They would surely know how to coerce that fool out of the skyline.

It is not easy to remain an optimist. It is like riding a bike. You are riding along, hit a pothole, get thrown and scarred up and bruised. You have to get back on the bike and keep going. That's not to say it doesn't hurt because it does.